I wish for a red scarf unlike mine grasp to entwine us in two and bond us as one and capture forever the gaze or hold for you, or wish to have held at the moment I captured you like a butterfly’s wings grasped in a net because that’s what it felt like the moment you stepped into the circumvent path of my own self destruction and weary identity.
Who this entity is, for which I do not know.
A longing or lusting of which I hope to meet and know I have met somehow.
You seem interesting. Intriguing.
An enigma beyond my comprehension but I hope to figure out. I think I already did in a tale too long ago to speak of… but it was cute.
Like your smile on a warm sunny day or my gaze on a rainy one, at least I imagine. I think.
Your love was something like a gust that whipped through the atmosphere. Maybe it was just the echo of my voice circling back to remind me of the vastness of the universe.
A production of loneliness and my heart the director, but my brain didn’t catch the cue.
“It’s hurtful to have a heart; – full.” [of it. {That’s what I thought. ]
I’ve heard at least. I wouldn’t know. I think you would though.
Something enticing and fragile in delicacy for me.
I suppose so,
and I’ll say to you and
leave you
on the
edge,
wringing for more –
until you beg me to leave because you can’t take it anymore when I’m like this and rather have
– nothing at all.
How endearing… when you ride this high. Hypnosis, comatose … -yes.
I found this astounding beyond belief but it was sweet when you whispered in my ear.
Cheers.
That’s your cue to me.
Take one off.
“I’ll think about it..”
Misconception perception, aim, and easy to please.
That’s not me, but you were betting on me and I won’t change but double my standards.
That’s all I require; because you thought you were playing the game but this character is locked to direct the show and I think it’s admirable -.
- “…but now you know how I really feel, or what I should show for it. “
Glorious enterprise with stigma for sheen.
Perhaps the prize is for the taking if I really want it. Something I won’t think about or consider, unless you were to offer.
Because that would be cute – I enjoy cute.
Sexy is a waste of time. Looks [like it] at least, but if you listen to me and find it that way, there may be respect to find it in the facts.
A dogma of irresponsibility once I climb into that bed.
Inhibitions under my suspicion because I know you’re watching me but that’s not what has your attention.
“No one speaks like this.” –Speak not talk. Talk is to waste time. Speak is to fill space, and that’s exactly what you want to do with mine.
Interesting factoid,, -to come across. “
Desperation upon arrival. But cute.
I’ve got my attention elsewhere from the worries of the world and my, do I feel great.
Exasperation completed.
Not quite whole, but picking up the crumbs of disillusionment traded for soft velvet begging to be rippled like a current. I find it fascinating your attention towards this change.
My echo to the breeze perhaps a fantasy, but maybe you were the walls for the reverb to catch.
Closer than I thought.
Near on my prowl as if I were to turn around and could catch your gaze, if I really wanted to.
Succumb to whatever dreadful version of wasting time is. I don’t think you will though. Keep me on the skirts and I’ll be waiting. Something is in the air. Or under my nose. That smell again… perhaps something is funny with my head and I’m out of my mind to switch character like this.
Character flaw or character structure, I haven’t decided. At least it’s entertaining and I have a dose of whimsy to pertain to.
No matter the context of which is to proceed.
“Cruel serpent of jealousy with such vital wisdom. — Who’s seeking who? Context indelible now and I think I need a smoke after this.”
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